Sixty-one degrees
Windows open catch the breeze
Nature’s own AC
Engaging New World Yet Again
Sixty-four years ago I first commenced
Marched to regal music Pomp and Circumstance
Received high school diploma, adjusted my tassel
And was graduated. The beginning.
Four more years later another time
Marched outdoors on campus
Without Pomp and Circumstance
Received college diploma.
Life became serious.
Brought me independence and marriage
Motherhood of three babies. No diplomas or music
Recognition or sleep.
Years in the middle
Marched to my own drum beat
Weathered whatever my life set before me
Found goodness in living.
Long rich years have passed
I sense a commencement.
My body is slowing
While fine new gifts flourish.
If there is marching I’ll get out my cane
Wear purple and celebrate all that I’ve learned
Applauding the music of birds and the rain.
I don’t need a diploma.
Wings
Once I flew on shiny wings of steel
Wings that bore me far away
To continents and countries new
To places where my heart was intertwined
With people and a life I learned to treasure dear.
Today I fold those steely wings and rest
My tired body bids farewell to travel days
Gently lifting new wings bear me home
To see beauty in the life that welcomes me
And joy in my beloved family.
Spring came the week I was away
Green leaves and flowers everywhere
Sound of birdsong in the early morn
Mind and my imagining are free to roam
Precious new wings expand my universe.
Metamorphosis
I’m back after a good week in Mexico with my sister and brother-in-law, who are delightful traveling companions. The resort was all I thought, another home for me. And I realize it is time to say goodbye. Being there occasioned an existential experience which was a surprise. I’m truly one of the oldest generation. I’m OK with that. When my energy is restored I want to write about it. For now I am grateful to be home, period.
Home Away From Home
Tomorrow I say goodbye to Cleveland and set off for my trip to Mexico. For the past twenty years I have made the same journey. I will remember when I drive through the gates that this place is a special home to me for a week – as much home as my apartment. In the morning I will wake up and sit on my balcony to drink coffee and listen to the birds as daybreak comes. My mind pictures every place and every thing I will encounter there. And I know that after a glorious week I will be ready to return home, until next time.
I say goodbye for now to you, my blog friends. Hasta la vista.
Time Traveling
Abundant memories like post cards in a drawer
Souvenirs remind me of once-upon-times
Bewildering exhausting thoughts swirling around me
Leave me truly feeling that I’m lost in space
I’m packing my suitcase to travel to Mexico
Yet one more time after twenty good years
The flight a challenge to my flagging energy
Can I pull it off once again?
New wrinkle this time – I don’t go alone.
A call from my brother-in-law
Asking me about laundry
Put things in perspective
Later that day walking home from the grocery
Mundane moment the sort that is suitable
For mulling and musing and hoping for answers
Then voila! one arrived when I opened my door.
I breathed in bright energy from the present moment
The space I inhabit is filled with Now.
This is my anchor, the place where I start from
Who knows when or where I will fly?
Haiku: Just Picture It
Winter’s winding down
Tiny buds adorn the trees
Birds are building nests
Cover’s off the pool
Dirty water visible
Mind’s eye sees sun screen
